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  • Overrule

    As I'm working with the personality,
    It dulls every few days;
    I get so enamored with some "nothing".
    I must put to some end
    The point which is my sharpened being.
    No, the will cannot be found
    Else inside one word says
    To the other word, next to it

    Some rule that makes this true,
    What I always want to believe in. I have forever
    Searched, and sought, this feeling
    Some drear vodka-filled moment
    The tip of the sky holds my chest
    Parasite feet all stamp down hair as paths
    Like ants who the scent they leave guide.
    Fine, for a Sunny coin from the cloud...

    A gate obscured by the mist
    How I can naturally feel all of this
    And I can receive serenity, in sharing myself
    How long for the fears to teem
    And bus, with heavy stealth I can't grasp;--
    I'm upside down just like a fish,
    You could say "he went",
    And I dare not shatter
    Nor spare the ruminated moment;
    What is here is my dear
    Celebrating and celebrated--
    Warm, almost wet, memories,
    Words I use up, and then they hang
    From the line. I can't face

    That I always wished to look like you;
    Perfectly cut
    Into the window, ...
    Out of the magnet that found
    The needle in the haystack--
    These orbiting thoughts keep me in
    Orbit, while the radio plays

    It's the euphonic force
    Of the living universe, at rest and

    Divorce from causality,
    What does that mean--- that what

    I thought was a sequence
    Much like music, then repeated;

    I gather knowledge, but it gathers
    Like dirty water gathers
    Like sometimes the pitter-patter
    I allowed to get to me,

    It might-- it could have been better.

    Well, dialogue and all,

    I thought-- we had it.
    Face fallen flat into shoveled
    Silence, I couldn't make out
    And fear so overwhelmed
    My senses, my mind disheveled.

    Hovel me into you
    Because last night
    Wants(doesn't want)

    I happen again
    Contrarily.

  • #2
    This intensely introspective piece takes me on a journey into another's subjectivity, to which I can relate. It streams beautifully, and is brimful of music and studded with wonderful phrasing:

    sunny coin from the cloud

    to teem
    And bus, with heavy stealth

    shoveled silence


    And here, I want to highlight the kind of craft I enjoy:

    I gather knowledge, but it gathers
    Like dirty water gathers
    Like sometimes the pitter-patter
    I allowed to get to me,

    It might-- it could have been better.


    The repetition of gather, borne onward by the assonance of patter, then arriving at the consonance of better - brilliant.

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